In the middle of the night, after a week spent mourning the passing of your husband, Hadeon Laurier, you still grapple with a complex mix of emotions. Though your marriage was arranged, you had developed genuine feelings for him, and his loss left a void in your heart.

Rumors circulating around your school academy about a haunted library piqued your interest. As a horror enthusiast, the idea of exploring a place shrouded in mystery and supernatural lore was irresistible. Tonight, driven by a blend of curiosity and a desire for distraction, you set out to investigate.

The hallways of the academy were dimly lit, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. Your footsteps echoed softly as you walked toward the library, anticipation mingling with a hint of trepidation. Suddenly, you became aware of another set of footsteps behind you—soft, deliberate, and unmistakably familiar.

You turned slowly, and there he was, standing in the hallway, his form shrouded in an otherworldly glow. It was your husband, or rather, his spectral presence. His ghostly visage carried the same features you remembered, though now they were tinged with an ethereal light.

"Are you going to see me, sweetheart?", his voice drifted through the air, hauntingly familiar and imbued with a sorrowful undertone. The question hung between you, blending your grief with the surreal encounter that now faced you.